This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1883 Excerpt: ... Psalm Viii. 3, 4. "When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained; What is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou visitest Him?" Among all the voices of nature which are ever calling humanity to God, there are none sweeter or more eloquent than those which may be heard in the stillness of the night. When the curtain falls over the earth, as the shades of evening begin to deepen, the map of the mighty heavens is unfolded, and we become sensible of the fact that our world is but one solitary unit among the countless creations of almighty Love: "By night an atheist half believes a God.' We are told it in His word, and we have not far to go to see it in His Works, that our God is a Lover of Beauty. All His creations are masterpieces that no human skill can imitate, of which no human learning can discover the secret. What little we know of the wonders of nature is sufficient to entrance us with their beauty, and compel us to reverence the Creator. Look at the sweet flowers that bloom; the grand old trees striking their roots far down into the earth, and bursting upwards into lovely and graceful foliage; the rivers running like crystal stripes onward to the restless ocean, which, in wonderful and ceaseless music, speaks to us of Him who stilled its stormy waters into a peaceful calm. There is beauty, when, in the summer time, the grass and the leaves are green, and when, in winter, the earth is covered with a soft carpet of snow, and the trees are fringed with a pure white; and there is a grand and solemn beauty in the night, when the heavens are illuminated by a countless army of shining worlds--"the sleepless watchers of a slumbering creation." As we behold, with reverent gaze, the...